my school

[Blake Downs]

i remember the hallways,kids always got called-lame,
while everyone was tryin the hero slang,id darth maul brains,

decapitation with vocabulary,they couldnt rip me if i was a dictionary,
in my circle theres only visionaries,in the game more than niggas currently playin pictionary

my friends know ill split-a-fool,lyrically spit a pool
fuck being ridiculed,im more above teachers than their principles,


still got mad verbs,some homies bitchin n' flippin cause i maintain mass birth
we always bring words,im on my A game,, you b.c. ass nerds

when my team hurts,the weed burns,i dont please jerks,
do they need murked? i always got my friends back more than any tee-shirts,


i struggled in the reign,while still hustlin during pain,
a guerilla type killa and i got more muscle than the game

i never fumble,i maintain,the life of an artist is insane,
besides pride i got drive till i die ,my accelerations heavier than 10 trains